Lately at work I've closed my window shades beside me to avoid the temptation to stare outside at the beautiful Montana sky. This time of year is also the time of year that the sun lowers in the sky mid-afternoon and shines directly into my eyes to give me a headache, another good reason I keep my shades closed.
Yesterday, as I stepped out of my office door, I turned around from locking the door to find that I was standing in a beautiful blue world. Everything around me was glowing and pulsing with blue life that transformed me into a new woman with new eyes.
The sky was a deep greyish-blue, with twinges of yellow and dusky pink in the clouds above. The pine trees in silhouette against the intense blueness of the sky appeared navy blue, and the wood of the shrubs by my car and the leafless trees next door glowed light blue in a beautiful harmony that is impossible for an artist to duplicate. Even the cars driving by had a blue haze that was unmistakable.
This phenomenon never fails to cause me to stop and take a few really deep breaths, just to savor the feeling of the blue air in my lungs. The air always has a specific crispness and taste when it's blue. After spending my entire day under the unnatural glare of fluorescent lights above me, and the unnatural glow from my computer monitor, stepping into this beauty, this natural wonder, feels like a miracle.
The world in blue is the best feeling in the world. Seriously.
How could I have not sensed that just a few feet beyond me, outside, this amazing blueness had descended? Why do I act like my work is more important than the blue?